Tag: Poetry
A trail of pebbles
I hardly blog about parenting anymore. It’s not because I don’t have opinions to share or thoughts to express. It’s that I finally arrived at …
How crowdfunding is like high school pre-calc
Did you know that the success of most crowdfunding campaigns rides on the contributions of extended family and friends? And did you know that Hannaton’s …
Between us, there are books
It’s not difficult to spot us. Those of us in love with old books. We have shelves full of them. We smuggle them into our …
Cookie cutter approach to food activism
As we enter the period before Passover, I’m thinking about how eat, what we what, with whom we eat and why. I am meditating on …
Husband Envy
It’s not the first time I daydreamed I was Nicole Krauss, authoress all-around good woman good Jewish but not so Jewish writer I could aspire …
While we’re at it, let’s blame menopause and extramarital affairs on Gwyneth
“Ever since Gwyneth Paltrow became famous in her early 20s, she has made women feel bad about themselves…” begins Jessica Grose’s article in Slate this …
Why does my story matter?
This is my question today. And usually every Wednesday. Or Tuesday. Depends. Why does my story matter? Okay, so I can weave words in a …
My kid plays in abandoned buses and I photograph him
Does this photo of my 7 year old “driving” an abandoned bus deserted in the industrial park on the kibbutz we live on instill feelings …
I remember you on white bread
Meatball Surprise Mom is away. Not like that one time fancy schmancy mozzarella with tomatoes from BJs unusual but usually some concoction something on the stove …
They grow slowly
Spotted My left eye spotted you thanks to the light that shines only in the first half of the morning. Over the neighbor’s roof and …
First love
Among my cardboard boxes, there is another. It’s plastic. A clear Tupperware container with a blue cover marked “Jen’s papers.” I laugh a little at this …
The lump in my throat called life
The first sensation is a swell in the space behind the back of my tongue but before my esophagus. What is that space called? High …
I don’t know why I’ve been dreaming ’bout the Echelon Mall
Tacos for 79 cents, mild sauce ask for extra and squeeze Children’s Place, a tunnel with carpet inside crawl through the storefront window My first …
My heart hurts with how much I love libraries right now
I’ve been suffering the symptoms of drought since I moved to Israel three years ago, but I didn’t know it until I swam again in …
Music is a Gift with Legs
I’m a big believer in the magic of books, music, and people falling into your lap when you least expect them to and when you …
Blogger challenge: My ideal hours would be …
Sitting on the carpet combing tracks down your long brown hair with a blue-handled brush — Sitting on the carpet across from your wrinkled hands …
Lay flat to dry
I’ve started to play with my label. It’s itching me a little. I tried moving my neck side to side to see if it would …